The Liar [Marcel Fanfic]

Chapter Two

Claire's POV

"Hey Claire?"

"Yah?"

"Do you hate me?" Marcel asked.

"Marcel, I would never hate you, you're my best friend!" I said.

I mean, why does he think about this, of course I would never hate him! When he kills Cher Lloyd or my family that would be the only time I'll hate him. Which of course, is a real valid reason why I would hate him.

"Are you sure? I mean, don't you get sick of defending me all the time?" He asked again.

"Yeah a bit." I mumbled, and I saw him frown. "Marcel I mean I am sick of all of it. Those lads just don't give a damn about you! I just care for you Marcel, thinking of you being hurt makes me sick." I said.

Why would they even bully Marcel? I mean he's a nice guy and all, he's pretty smart, too.

The hair though, and the glasses, like dayum man.

He really needs my friend Lou's help. She's a really good make up artist. Maybe Marcel needs a bit of a makeover.

What the heck Claire, why are you even talking about this.

"Earth to Clarity?" Marcel snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I hummed.

He laughed. Aww to tell the truth his laugh is just adorable. Plus, his dimples show whenever he laughs.

FYI, in a FRIENDLY way, that's all it is.

"Marcel I told you not to call me that!" I moaned, punching his shoulder playfully.

The school bell rang.

Shit, Physics. I always had a hard time in Science. I only survived because of Marcel's tutors when it comes to the Exams.

"Come on we're gonna be late." He said, holding my hand, which made my stomach flip.

"No way I wanna be 'fashionably late'" I sassed, making Marcel chuckle until he snorted.

"Claire.." He moaned.

"Fine Fine!" I said, finally giving up. I hung my backpack on my shoulder and walked to class.

"Ms. Smith, Mr. Styles, late again." Ms. Hitchcock, or should I say, MS. BITCH, said.

I swear one day I would rip her pretty blonde hair right out of her scalp.

"Sorry Ms. HitchCOCK" I said, emphasising the word 'cock', "We were just doing stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" A guy from a back yelled.

I stuck out my tongue and put out my middle finger on him.

He got a bunch of 'oohs' and 'dayum' and he sunk on his chair.

Ha, serves him right.

"Go back to your seats." Ms. Bitch said.

I walked to an empty seat, which isn't my real seat, but hey, someone took my seat. I sat down and put my backpack on the back.

"Hey, psst."

I ignored.

"Claire."

"What do you want Jericho!?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"I want to take you to prom." He smirked.

"Haven't I told you my answer was no?" I whispered-shouted.

"Come on Claire, don't be a dick."

"Fuck off." I grunted.

"Stop messing with her." A voice said.

"What're you gonna do about it?" Jericho retorted, standing up from his chair.

"I'll... I'll.. I'll tell the Principal!" He said, standing up as well. I mentally facepalmed myself, nice one Marc, that is so First Grade...

"Ooh I'm so scared! I might pee on my pants!" He said. And the whole class laughed. Were they all looking at us this whole time? Damn...

"Y-yeah! You b-be-t-ter!!",

My advice, never stutter, especially when you're in a fight, with a DOUCHEBAG.

"Oh please." Jericho smirked. "You're nothing but a dickhead." He said, pushing him back, making Marcel fall.

"Jericho stop!" I yelled. How does the teacher not stop him? Oh right, she's miss HITCHCOCK.

"So here's the deal, You come with me to prom, and I, will hereby stop bullying Marcel Styles."

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A/N

Hello!

Yah so whoever is reading my other Fanfic EHC (Everything Has Changed) Please just wait, I'm having a writer's block in that fanfic.

Okay so that's all I'm saying.

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